So another one of my siblings is going to get married soon. He found himself a nice lady from Terengganu and I believe we’ll be able to get along just fine. I made a remark about my first sister in-law, whose parents also happen to be from Terengganu, eventhough she herself was born in PJ. Somehow, I was wondering if all 4 of us would be wedded to poeple from the East Coast. But suddenly a weird question crossed my mind when I went for lunch with Dad. We were talking about the mumbo-jumbo and whatever proceedings of the wedding ceremony [you know la how Malay weddings are, merisik lah, hantaran lah, nikah la, and god knows what else.] and when the question of a multi-racial wedding comes into mind.

Me: Apasal Mak kecoh sangat pasal hantaran la, bunga telur la, hapa semua. Nak comel la, nak matching la.

Dad: Kata nak best. Kalau tak nak best takyah susah-susah.

Me: Ayah, kalau saya kahwin orang Cina agaknye susah tak? Kang sebelah sana nak merah la, sini nak hijau la. Jadi aiskrim paddlepop nanti susah pulak.

Dad: Kahwin orang Cina? Kahwin sama-sama Melayu pun dah huru hara. What difference does it make? Duit habis jugak.

I know Mom would definitely give me a more complicated answer, inclusive of tea ceremonies or matching cheongsams or sarungs and curtains. Like this particular side would want these and those or our side would want this and that. Which, in the end, would basically mean the same thing after all.

You can tell that just I love conversations with Dad.